Where's my surfboard?
God said:
"I read your mind. I feel your heart...We can say you are the waves of My Ocean. I also ride the waves you present to Me. You are part of Me, a dear part of Me, and I would like you to make waves of happiness for the whole world to ride on. I ask you to get out of your moods and come into the Truth of Our Love."
God, I know full well that we're "alone together" all the time. I know what Heaven's like, as much happiness as one can hold at any one time. It's the most of “more”. LOL!! You've taught me how not to "put more chips on the table than I can afford to lose" in personal relationships. I have a relationship to the whole of mankind/the species, too though. I look at the big picture as it seems today and it makes me sad. I do know my brothers and sisters in distress all over the planet are going to get from point A to point B eventually. I send them my love, but perhaps I'm overly passionate in this area. And I need to learn that it is possible to "put more chips on the table than I can afford to lose" in this respect, also. It doesn't have to be the feature story of everyday. I don't have to cause you to see me sad inside. How about this? What if I think about it this way for a while until you give me a "better way"?: All of us are on the ladder and if I'm in the top percentile in receipt of Heavenly blessings, and I am STANDING STILL looking down sending love at those in distress, I just might be holding up traffic!! Yikes!! So...that's what you mean when you say “look up”. Gotcha!!
To George: I am NOT sure you are not an angel in a "human suit". Your spirit seems to have a broad range of notes to play, from the sublime to the delightful. Sometimes when I "hear" your words I think I have a "pop tart" in my ear...I draw in my breath in awe or bust out laughing in mirth at your amazing translations of thoughts to words.
Y'all are my sunshine, as intended...
Bonnie


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Heavenletters™ help me to trust. They elicit a 'Yes, that's it!', they melt my heart, and they bowl me over with their love, incisiveness and wit. They remind me of the story of the great Tao fighters who can effortlessly disrobe you with one deft swish of a blade. At the end of a Heavenletter, my ego lies crumpled at my feet, and I'm swooning for more.